Dear Rowley, I’ve often harrumphed about the Tristrams employed to promote my neighbourhood trying to rebrand Bloomsbury, Fitzrovia and Holborn as ‘Midtown’. This ghastly moniker pillaged from New York drains all the romance from being a Bloomsbury setter. For writers, … Continue reading →

Dear Rowley, Don’t you find it mildly ironic that after the endless Ice Age over the United Kingdom that made us all suicidally depressed, one hears nothing but complaints now we’re basking like salamanders a midsummer heatwave? Radio 4 is … Continue reading →

Dear R0wley, Isn’t it lovely having a break from the Today Programme on Radio 4? The work shy pension guzzling BBC staff are on strike. Quite what they have to complain about is beyond me. I switched to Radio 3 … Continue reading →